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djarrex · 2 years

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Got Some Time

Captain Rex x f!reader

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With the way the Galaxy has changed and the danger lingering around those who know too much, Rex uses what little downtime he has while braving it all to appreciate what he has.

18+ only | about 2.2k words | smut. mild angst. garage quickie. Rex gets a little filthy, as is his right. Keeping it as vague as possible and characters nameless, but I'll go ahead and say *spoiler alert* bc this does take place right before Rex's appearance in s2e7 of tbb and runs along with that.

The massive hangar door rumbles as it struggles to slide open, Rex returning from the platform after taking a call. He tucks his comm back into his pocket as the door slowly shuts behind him, an uneasy feeling made clear in his features. You approach him and he pinches his temples – scrubs a hand down his face.

You raise your hand to cup his cheek, and Rex leans right into it.

“What’s wrong?”

“That was a contact of mine. I need to get him off-world.”

“Now?”

“Soon. It’s risky, but I have a plan.”

You step aside, letting Rex pass by you to get to the speeder the Martez sisters had left for the two of you while you lay low in their garage here in the lower levels of Coruscant. You worry your lip, watching as he checks out the newly-retrofitted speeder, ensuring everything is in working order.

“They’re being picked off, one by one,” Rex says over the brief rumble of the speeder turning on then off again. “More and more clones are being silenced for knowing too much.”

You step towards him and lean against another speeder, this one halfway taken apart. “What happened now?”

“Just found out that one of the clones who was aboard Rampart’s Venator during the destruction of Kamino was killed, right outside of 79’s of all places. My contact was also aboard that Venator, and was there at 79’s.”

“And now he’s in trouble,” you finish.

Rex nods. “Didn’t tell me much else, only that we’d talk after I got him far away from Coruscant. But I know he’s in danger. The Empire isn’t taking kindly to the growing number of clones who are waking up to what’s been done to them.”

“I thank the universe every day that you made it out when you did.”

“So do I – and for finding you.”

Rex reaches for you and pulls you close, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. He holds you like that, his hands cupping your cheeks when you begin to feel his tongue glide along your lips, a soft hum coming from his throat when you parrot his gesture. You feel the way Rex starts to deepen the kiss – the urgency. It makes you smile against him, and you playfully nip his bottom lip.

You break apart, swiping your thumb along his jaw.

“You’re insatiable, Rex.”

“Maybe…” he chuckles before continuing more seriously, “but I know what I have and I’m not taking it for granted.” He grabs your hands, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “This Empire, the end of the war – it’s all uncharted territory for us clones, and even though I’m not the type of man to sit back and do nothing, I will for damn sure savor and appreciate the gifts I’ve been given in a galaxy that was not designed to welcome me as anything more than a pawn.”

Rex chews his lip in thought, casting his eyes downward before continuing. “Makes me wonder if those men also had someone special in their lives. Someone else worth making the galaxy better for.”

You soothe a hand along his back and rub circles into the thick fabric and padding, pressing roughly enough to reach his muscles. When he looks back at you, you see every thought in his head – a holofilm playing in his eyes.

“Admittedly, at times I wish you were the man to sit back and do nothing. It’s selfish of me, but you’d be safer that way.” You pause, turning your head away from him briefly before looking back into his eyes again, taking his hands into yours. “But I love the man you are because you’re always willing to do what’s right, to help anyone you can, no matter what it takes.”

Rex smiles warmly, releasing your hands as you turn to walk towards the Martez’s crate of provisions, set on gathering up some ration bars and dried fruit for his op. You rifle through the crate, tossing aside bolts and bacta patches that have somehow found their way into the food supply, when Rex’s strong arms wrap around you, his body molding to your back.

He places soft kisses just below your ear, trailing his lips along your neck. His hands start to wander, the fabric of his gloved fingers teasing the skin of your sides just under the hem of your top.

You drop your head, shaking it with amusement while smirking down at the open crate. “You gotta get going, Rex,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“I’ve got some time,” he reasons. As you’re standing up straight, you’re turned around to face him. “I don’t need to be at the rendezvous point for another hour. It’ll take me half that time to get there, less than that if I’m not as… discrete.” He chuckles, but you narrow your eyes at him in warning.

“Don’t even joke about that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles again. “The point is, love, I’ve got time. Not much, but–”

Your hand cups the slight bulge in Rex’s pants, squeezing it teasingly and his eyes go wide, the golden brown steadily darkening. “Well, then, you’d better get these off.”

He visibly gulps, the muscular cords of his neck strained.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Both of you make quick work at unfastening and peeling off each other’s clothing and accessories, casting the articles to the ground in a haphazard heap. Rex’s lips return to your skin, this time gently suckling at your collarbone, not even looking at he starts to slowly walk to two of you in another direction, stopping when the backs of your thighs hit the edge of a workbench. You’re quickly lifted onto the workbench, a little squeak coming from your lips when your bare skin is bitten by the cold durasteel surface.

Wedging himself between your thighs and splaying his hands on either side of your hips, Rex knocks over a toolbox in his haste to position himself, spare parts and miscellaneous bolts clattering to the floor.

You wince at the loud noise and residual ring that echoes through the garage, and your hand flies to his bare chest, breaking the two of you apart. You’re staring wide-eyed at the mess of parts scattered all over below you and once again you’re shaking your head at him.

"Rafa is gonna kill us."

Rex simply shrugs it off, his lips ghosting over yours with a gentle grasp of your chin to face him instead of the mess. “We’ll clean up before they get back.”

“We,” you scoff against his lips, breathing in his soft chuckle. “While you’re out there being the handsome, selfless hero you are, I will be here, cleaning up the mess and organizing that abomination of a provisions crate.”

His grin shrinking to a sexy smirk, Rex takes a step back – runs two thick fingers through your folds.

“I’ll make it up to you, love.”

He pops the pair into his mouth, eyes shutting in ecstasy, then pulls his glistening fingers out from between his lips.

Every coherent thought flees your mind when his fingers return to toy with you, threatening to slide into you and not yet offering enough pressure to your clit.

“Always so wet for me,” he says deeply, lust and amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. “No matter where we are, you’re always ready to take me, hm?” Rex takes your chin into his free hand, angling your face directly at his. “My sweet, filthy girl. I love you so much.”

A small flip in your stomach at Rex’s comment makes you whimper a pathetic agreement, a sound that morphs into a soft moan as he maneuvers the head of his cock at your folds, guiding it through the slick and catching at your clit with every swipe.

“You want me to fuck you just like this, baby?”

He grips himself tight, entering you one measly inch before pulling out, toying with your clit before once again sliding in only the thick head. Mouth agape and eyes glued to his teasing ministrations, you nod absently, feeling yourself heat with anticipation.

“Tell me,” Rex commands, then a softer: “Tell me what you want, love.”

“Please, Rex – fuck me. Right here, just like this, baby. I want to feel you inside of me – wanna feel you so bad, Rex.”

You could almost feel ridiculously embarrassed at the pleading sound of your voice, but when Rex’s eyes squeeze shut as a soft curse filters through his lips, he quickly gives you what you want – what you both want. He slides himself all the way into your cunt, his hands grabbing the underside of your thighs and lifting your legs off the workbench’s surface. With the motion, your bottom slides closer to the edge, allowing Rex to notch himself as deep as possible, something you soon feel in your gut when he starts to thrust.

“So perfect,” he mumbles down to you through parted lips, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about this perfect pussy the entire op. Gods – look at you.”

Fuck, you are looking. You can’t stop looking – inebriated by the sight before you. Rex’s thick cock continuously drills into you, offering only a quick glimpse of the evidence of your arousal left coated all over it before it’s ramming the back wall of your cunt, over and over again. When your head starts to tip backwards from the overwhelming sensations, Rex releases your leg and cups the back of your head, keeping your focus directly on what he’s doing to you.

“No, no – keep your eyes here, mesh’la. Yes, good girl. That’s my good girl. Just like that. Fuck, you take me so well. So perfect – so beautiful.”

Rex is rambling – going on and on through clenched teeth and unabashed moans. His deep, velvety voice echoes through the garage – makes your toes curl. He gives and gives and gives, offering you his all. Your brows pinch together at the sudden wave of heat coursing through you, your thighs doing little damage as you squeeze his hips in a fruitless attempt to close your legs.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” you manage through the punched-out breaths.

Rex brings his hand from the back of your head to your chin, his thumb prodding at your lips. You open for him, taking it all the way to the first knuckle, then he’s adding his pointer and middle finger, stuffing your mouth with the three and keeping them there.

“Fuck, that mouth. I’m close – wanna feel you cum on my cock first.”

Your moan is muffled, tongue dancing along his fingers in the way you know he likes when sucking him off.

Watching Rex attempt to keep it together in order to outlast you makes you cum quickly. And as soon as he feels the convulsing of your cunt strangling him, making his thrusts slow to a near halt, he cums shortly after, filling you while his groin is flush with yours. Holding like that, he removes his hand from your mouth and replaces it with his own, open-mouthed kisses too consuming to want to break away.

It’s Rex who separates the two of you at last, tapping his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling himself out from between your legs. Still breathless from the orgasm and the kiss, you watch as he goes to gather up your clothes, grinning at his cute lower back dimples and the way his glutes flex with each step.

He redresses first, quickly sliding up his briefs and pants then slipping on his undershirt and vest.

Rex returns to you with your clothes against his chest, fitting his fingers into his gloves before helping you onto slightly wobbly legs and offering up his sturdy arm for you to grab as you start to redress.

“Hate to do this, love, but I do need to go.”

He kisses you again, and you follow him as he heads towards the chest holding the rest of his accessories. You aid him in fastening his utility belt, making sure each pocket is stocked with necessities. As he secures his holster to his belt and slips on his boots, you gather some provisions, filling a canvas bag with the food and supplies before placing it in the speeder’s cargo crate.

“One last thing,” you say just as Rex starts to mount the speeder. You pull out the brown cloak from the bottom of his clothing chest, offering it up to him with a smirk.

“Can’t forget this.”

Rex chuckles and slips it over his head, giving you one last kiss before finally mounting the speeder.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. When I’m en route to the ship, I’ll contact you with more details.”

“Okay. I love you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, smiling at him as he starts the speeder. “Go be a hero. Be safe out there, Rex.”

The speeder lifts from the ground as Rex revs the engine, opening the hangar door with the remote control fitted into the dash.

“Always. And I love you too.”

He speeds through the garage, offering you one last hopeful smile before he’s pulling the hood over his head, driving off the platform and up out of the lower levels.

#been sitting on this one for a while lmao #about time to throw it out there #sorry no tags it's been too long and I've been a hermit for too long #djarrex writes #captain rex x reader #captain rex smut

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